Just a blind guy with a lot of (hopefully) interesting ideas that I want to share with others. Getting any writing practice in that I can while learning more about the writing process.
Just a blind guy with a lot of (hopefully) interesting ideas that I want to share with others. Getting any writing practice in that I can while learning more about the writing process.
“Drive.” The woman dove into the back seat, reorienting herself to swing the door shut.
“Uh, where to?” He asked, adjusting the mirror and locking the doors.
“Anywhere, just go. Fast.” The Uber driver stalled for a moment, eyeing the distressed woman with sweat dripping from her brow. Her eyes screamed the order again in a desperate plea, prompting him to shift into gear. In the side mirror, he ...
“You have one week before I remove this,” she tugged tight to the man’s jugular, pinching ever so slightly, “from your neck.”
“Please, I didn’t do anything to you.” The man said, his voice barely a whisper.
“No, don’t beg. You haven’t heard the good news. Your life hinges on two conditions. First, I’ll give you one chance to convince me to let you go.” She stepped behind the man, tied still to...
After a solar flare thrust the populace into a super-powered age, some got on luckier than others. Some can fly, stop hearts with their mind, or vanish into the shadows. Others, most, pulled the short straws. Tracey can grow out his fingernails, up to a maximum of two centimetres. His cousin can selectively smell flowers up to fifty miles away, and his barber’s fiancé is in a constant state of...
“No doubt in my mind, he hit her good. Probably with a bottle.” Sarah-Anne said to me. “Or a golf club. Do rich people still golf?” She was raving about something that happened near her, outside of the insurance place. “Whatever it doesn’t matter- Oh shoot, maybe he used her necklace and was choking, or no… what’s it called, strang-u-lation?” She looked at me for clarification, forcing me o...
“You’ve got the wrong guy!” She shouted, dazed and confused from the punch. The hobgoblin woman stumbled back, tripping over a pile of crates and smashing her head onto the bar counter. “Ow ow ow…” She rubbed the back of her head as she sat on the floor.
“No, no I don’t think so.” The muscular human man reached down and lifted the impish creature with one hand around her neck, thicker tha...
Leaves did not crack underfoot. Wind did not blow through the darkened trees. All around her, the birds did not sing nor fly, and the deer did not prance. She stared in awe at the leaning tower ahead, a disaster captured in stasis for untold centuries for all to see. It was a crime, then, that no one had bothered to witness such a marvel, scared as they were of the timeless valley. But Dana w...
The punch came fast and hard, slamming into the side of his jaw and sending him into the soda aisle. A dozen twelve and twenty-four packs came crashing down on and all around the middle-aged man. Dazed, he pushed the twelve pack that landed square on his gut off, gasping for breath. Breathing in too fast, he began to choke on a loose tooth that had broken off, whether it was from the punch or s...
When I was a child, the pitter-patter of the rain on the log I slept in put me to sleep within seconds. But alas, my child is not me and could not fall asleep for the life of her, not without a story. And so, I obliged every night. I sat down next to her as she half hid her face under the covers in anticipation, and shared with her the myth of The Destined Warriors. A personal favourite of min...
The scholar, Duriel, the one with the funny hat, told me to archive everything that goes on down here in the town. Now I ain’t no writer, no one in this working man’s town is, but even I can tell this is gonna be difficult. Am I supposed to write it out, like I’m telling a story to someone? Or do I just list what’s happening?
- massive wildebeest type creatures have appeared out of the aether,...
Life’s a lonely song, with nobody by your side to sing along. Or so that’s what Jenzen would hum to himself each morning, forever fated to be the friendless outcast. The newly-turned fourteen-year-old slinked out of bed and began to move through the motions of yet another day. Try as they might, his parents had little advice to cheer him up. His teachers similarly failed in encouraging the boy...